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The New 2011 Priceline Commercial - Part II Lady in Leather (Latex)

After Sacheen Padilla's first appearance in her rubber catsuit in the new 2011 Priceline Commercial, they couldn't resist not bringing her back for another 2 second showing as the sidekick. I must clearify that no matter how many times I have to repeat it, they still call latex...leather! This time she is refered to as the Lady in Leather. Next time they need to get it right...the Lady in Latex! Enjoy her 2 seconds as the "Lady in Latex" once again in this video link: youtu.be/uOOPS6RT6RE

Dancing with the Stars goes Fetish

On Tuesday night's Dancing with the Stars final four show down, Chelsie Hightower was eliminated from the competition. It was too bad considering she performed in a hot red PVC dress. As always, I'm always on fetish alert. If you ask me, with the beautiful outfit as hers, she is definitely still a star in my eyes. May I have the encore dance?

"When he calls to me I am ready."

So lately I've been very interested in Lady Gaga's new song Judas. There is a lot of speculation on it being offensive to various religous groups. How silly can some people be? It's just a song. Anyways, i got the proofs of my "Trapped" photoshoot today. There are a couple of good new ones.Also, new latex is on the way, which I am hoping will result in new photoshoots for the portfolio. Anyone intersted in seeing more of my work, please go to www.modelmayhem.com/jaynuhhzombina. There I have the best so far.

Working on being a fetish/alt model

Hi, my name is Jayna Marie. I'm not very well known yet, but i have been working on advancing my portfolio, so this site is a great way to try and expand and recieve new latex (since its so expensive) so, here we go. I'll try to post some images and I'd love some feedback!

'Erika Putland's best shot

He'd Just Painted His Ceiling, Wearing A Lime-Green Catsuit And Matching Hat': Curriculum Vitae

In 1971, I obtained a call from your little magazine called Disc and Music Echo, who I used to be desperately looking to get work from at the time - not too they ever paid you much back then. The course notes said they wanted David Bowie photographed.

And so i took place to Bowie's house in Beckenham, Kent. It had been a Victorian semi as far as I remember. I had created photographed him before, with a small club in Aylesbury, when he was wearing a Girls Latex Corsets  in an exceedingly tasteful shade of lime-green. While i attained his home, there he was: on the top of the ladder, painting his ceiling with a can of Dulux, and wearing the identical catsuit with a matching hat. He also had these long, white boots on. I guess it's time very funny. It was obviously a fancy dress he wore all the time.

The journalist I used to be utilizing was called Rosalind Russell, who had previously been a huge fan of Bowie. She was thrilled to be there and ran the entire show, when i remember, while I recently took pictures through the interview which has a Nikon F camera and ultizing merely the available light, probably with either a 50mm or an 85mm lens.

I did not have to work hard to get the pictures, it must be said. If you go through the contact sheets now, he would be a bit affected, with quite flowery hand movements, with his fantastic catsuit hung open just perfectly. I simply thought the curvature in the fabric was nice, and I was conscious that I used to be photographing his nipple.

Today, the breast-like shape on his chest almost seems like it was a significant clever way of reflecting his androgynous sexuality. But things were completely different then, and i also do not think it even struck me which he was bisexual back then. It had been exactly the way he was. In my experience, he was simply a typical bloke in the home. I taken him putting his paint away by the end.

This photograph is a component of a selection of Michael Putland's work, that's on display at Liberty based in london until December 24.

Curriculum vitae

Born: Harrow, 1947 ("The same age as Bowie.")

Studied: "I didn't. I left school at 16 and worked for a studio in London that did from passports to advertising, and offered me a great grounding."

Inspirations: "Louis Klemantaski, a motor-racing photographer, as well as Henri Cartier-Bresson and Magnum. To this day, I find people I really admire."

High point: "Getting being the Rolling Stones' European tour photographer in 1973. It turned out this kind of boost to my career."

Low point: "I proceeded to form Retna, the photo agency, in Ny, that has been great. The down-side was which i took less pictures, because I became included in business."

Pet hate: "Intrusive paparazzi."

Dream subject: "I sooo want to have photographed Frank Sinatra and Maria Callas."

It wasn't until later how the man now defined as the key suspect emerged around the Major Crime radar

It wasn't until later how the man now defined as the key suspect emerged around the Major Crime radar.

WITNESSES have painted a picture of an ``odd'' person that was rejected from your army reserve for failing psychological tests, wore army fatigues to function jobs and was repeatedly counselled for making sexist and racist comments at work.

While none of such traits equal a cold-blooded killer, Det-Sgt Keane told a legal court he `` certainly'' believes that may be exactly what the man is. The veteran detective outlined three logic behind why he believes the person killed Ms Marr - the man's ``inconsistent'' accounts of his Latex Uniforms  movements a special afternoon with the murder, his denial of the sexual affair and the denial he spoke to Ms Marr around the morning of the killing.

Det-Sgt Keane was instructed to concede he still had no evidence to compliment his suspicions and denied suggestions with the man's lawyer that they bore ``malice'' towards suspect. Legal court case has repeatedly heard that Ms Marr would have been a highly attractive, motivated and flirtatious young woman who told friends she was having an affair while using man now identified as a suspect.

However, during his three days within the witness box, the man steadfastly denied any sexual contact with Ms Marr, who visited his mother's home in the year before her death.

The man, who also accompanied Liberal MP Trish Draper on a taxpayer-funded European trip in 2000, said he and Ms Marr were friends with no more.

A buddy of Ms Marr told the judge Ms Marr was at the habit of discussing her male conquests and rated the man an unflattering ``less than five'' away from 10 in bed.

A strong police presence, including Major Crime supremo John Venditto, have sat within the body in the court, listening intently towards the evidence submit, whispering to each other at times and taking notes like diligent students.

Jess, It Really Catsuits You.. Dancing On Ice Special

SEXY Jessica Taylor will go back to a fantastic formula to try and avoid a repeat of last week's skate-off - a CATSUIT.

She'll hope to catch the public's eye with your ex silver skin-tight crystal-encrusted costume on tomorrow's show.

Eight years ago she struggled in to a black rubber number with Liberty X for any video of single Just A Little - and the ploy worked when it topped the charts.

Jess, 28, said: "That song won us a Brit, so I hope the newest costume will bring me luck. Thankfully it isn't made from rubber for the reason that one I'd for one Little needed two people to help me in it and i also needed to be naked underneath!" Roxy Pallett, 26, and Zoe Salmon, 29, also are in jaw-dropping outfits.

Ex-Blue Peter host Zoe's flesh-coloured outfit could make it appear she's skating nude while Ex-Emmerdale star Roxy's may be like a red swimsuit.

Jess, right, who survived the skateoff with Melinda Messenger, 38, has vowed for you snaps of herself weekly to cricketer hubby Kevin Pietersen, 28, who's in the West Indies with England. Lucky lad.The cloistered confines of Top court 12 only enhances the tension from the case.

Detectives to use arms-length from the man they feel walked into Ms Marr's Howard St unit and coldly shot her dead about the afternoon of July 4, 1997.

Whether or not they ever arrest anyone to the murder of Corinna Marr remains to appear. However, the slain woman's friends remain hopeful by investing in the shifting sands of time, a breakthrough could shed more light on the case and, maybe, bring a killer to justice.

In a single episode she nearly mortally wounded wrestler Jackie Pallo

In a single episode she nearly mortally wounded wrestler Jackie Pallo, who had been concussed when she pushed him backwards in a grave.

Aggression comes naturally. Her father - an excellent man, aggravated while being stuck inside a lowly civil service job due to what she calls his "Gor Blimey" cockney accent - was handed to violent outbursts. Honor, who took elocution lessons which generated her acting career, admits to being very like him. But she learnt in the beginning to channel her fierceness into role-playing, which without a doubt explains why she was cast in The Avengers in 1962 and, couple of years later, landed the role from the alarmingly seductive Pussy Galore in Goldfinger, memorably rolling in the hay with Sean Connery, whom she found the sexiest man alive.

In her own new role as the avenger of the aggrieved Equitable pensioners, she actually is following hot on the heels of that 1970s Avenger, Joanna Lumley, who a year ago successfully fought to the Gurkhas' directly to settle in great britain. Comparison with St Joanna delights Blackman, though modestly, she defers towards the other woman's superior combative skills in the political arena.

"She was fighting to be with her father's honour Latex Catsuit ; I had been never linked to campaigning until a few months ago when i had always fondly hoped to get my cash back. And she is way more articulate than I will be. I personally don't like presenting and public speaking which has a passion. I'd prefer to attend home reading the sunday paper, or perhaps a script, or preparing my next one-woman show, but I will be delighted to enter bat for individuals that can't bat on their own."

Blackman is one of prominent, and glamorous, in the 44,000 Equitable Life annuitants - average age 79 - who may have yet for any compensation to the mismanagement with their funds. It can be A decade because the insurer slashed payments, having run deep into debt by promising over it may deliver. Nineteen months ago, the Ombudsman reported to Parliament around the numerous regulatory failures that led to Equitable's collapse. As opposed to following through, the Treasury has quibbled on the findings. Meanwhile, on a daily basis, typically, 15 affected pensioners have died, often in reduced circumstances.

"These are people the Government should think are wonderful," she says. "We were responsible, prudent; we provided for our retirement to ensure we couldn't survive a burden for the state or our families. These people are needing to sell their houses and live on benefits. But they ignore us. Yet in case you gambled along with your money, and put it in Iceland, you are promptly reimbursed."

This Wednesday she attended a meeting with the House of Commons, in addition to 93 MPs, including the Lib Dem Vince Cable, a long-time critic with the Government's "shameful" handling of Equitable. There, Byrne and Chadwick promised action within a couple weeks in the latest report being published in May - just each time a general election is predicted. "I think they hope they don't have to deal with this. But someone will take justice. David Cameron has said that they will get it sorted out, though I'd never choose him. [Blackman can be a lifelong Liberal]. Please God, we get a hung Parliament and someone could have the sense to place Vince Cable in charge of the economy."

One reasons why Equitable Life pensioners could have been left to rot will be the misconception actually rich folks who have enough money to take the knock. But, she highlights, the normal valuation on their annuity pots is ?¡§o47,000, from which individual pensioners have been receiving only ?¡§o2,200 a year, half the things they were promised.

The way to wear Catsuits

It's the common plight with the fashion expert that she or he be called on by the inner muse to dash off excoriating bulletins about the latest horror to darken the style horizon, to find themselves toting (and furthermore loving it and further furthermore, writing elegies regarding it) per year later.

Many experts have this way for me with orthopaedic-looking wedges (love, love, LOVE), shoulder pads (adore) and leggings, which regulars know I now believe being second only in sliced-bread sartorial greatness to Latex Catsuits jackets. I'm even coming round, slightly, towards the jumpsuit, although I still think the loo palaver isn't worthwhile - they just don't look so good.

But I'm able to confidently promise that you will never be seeing me in a very catsuit this side of my current lifetime. Admittedly, I can be scarred by my catsuit-interfacing experiences. Once, after i was anxious for something glamorous (and stretchy - I had been half a year pregnant) to use to a celebrity-infested gala, the Versace PR kindly agreed to lend me something from her sample rail. Thinking my problems were solved, I managed to get up with the day's work, leaving my mercy dash to the PR's office until about seven or more. At which the only item left about the rail was obviously a white Lycra catsuit.

Alarmingly, the catsuit just has just begun its current assault for the catwalks. And probably due a reputation rethink, around the basis that catsuit could possibly be deemed a bit sexist. But let's stay with it for the moment and take ourselves away and off to Balmain, no less, the place that the catsuit was practically obliterated by Swarovski crystals, where numerous fabric swagged over the hips like curtains in a very burlesque theatre and where something weird and bondagy proceeded round the legs. Let's then alight at Chanel, in which the catsuits were more conventionally catsuity, in black Lycra with white splodges, and the place that the models looked mightily hacked off and away to be wearing them. What i'm saying is, there are unflattering outfits, then you'll find outfits which make you appear like Jessica Simpson prior to weight reduction. Pam Hogg, your head mistress of fetish clubwear, probably did the top ones - metallic shoulder-padded masterpieces with colour blocking and geometric stripes. By best, What i'm saying is most exhibitionist, which I take it is exactly what the typical catsuit-wearer is looking to get.

For those who have patiently digested a lot of lessons of what never to wear, the return from the catsuit may appear contrary. But fashion is contrary. I won't begin to inform you the best way to wear one to be able to avoid making your thighs resemble two record-breaking Yorkshire puddings, if you're contemplating one, you presumably don't care. The idea about the catsuit is that since mothers much like me, with teenage daughters, are wearing leggings, platforms and jumpsuits, the echt teenager must reclaim some territory of her very own. If she's got our bodies along with the nerve, best of luck to her. There's probably a white Lycra Versace one doing the rounds of Oxfam when i write.

Community hall of fame

Suzi Quatro's mansion is often a true rock star's pile, featuring platinum records, Fender guitars along with a white piano. But within the glitter is a handsome Elizabethan manor house, says Lucy Denyer

There exists a scene in Suzi Quatro's autobiography, Unzipped, when the 1970s glam-rock queen describes trashing hotels together with her band. "Something snapped," she writes. "Dave woke up from his chair and poured his beer over the Tv... We all began pouring liquid over every electrical appliance we could find...

pictures came off the wall and were smashed on to the ground, mattresses were rolled from the bed... I made the decision that people should cut open the feather pillows and distribute their contents... Finally, energy depleted, we visited bed."

After such rock'n'roll excess –the Latex Clothing Store singles Can the Can, Devil Gate Drive, 48 Crash and Daytona Demon made Quatro a major star, famous for her leather catsuit and rock-chick attitude -it may come as something of an surprise to see the Grade II-listed Elizabethan manor house, deep inside Essex countryside, where she's lived within the past 28 years. Rather than trashed rock pad, think shoes off with the door, immaculate white carpets, squashy sofas and roaring fires, with a wine cellar, four-poster beds and never a ripped pillow on the horizon. (Today, when she visits hotels, she helps make the bed every morning.)

Quatro, 58, bought Hyde Corridor, near Chelmsford, in 1980 for "about ??¡ìo 120,000" after spotting it in Country Life. "I fell in love with it soon as I came up the drive," she explains in their own distinctive American drawl. "I remember my ex-husband saying, 'It's a lttle bit fing big, is it not, Suze?' And i also said, 'No, it isn't really, it's perfect.' I kind of knew each room, as though I'd been here before."

The ex-husband was her guitarist, Len Tuckey, with whom she gets two children, Laura, now 26, and Richard, 23, who, along with her granddaughter, Amy, 7, still experience her.

If the couple divorced in 1992, Quatro position the house available on the market, then changed her mind. A similar thing happened in regards to a year later when she married Rainer Haas, a concert promoter. Now Quatro has decided that the the arrived at downsize, so Hyde Hall comes to an end available again.

"As long as this house is here, when camping within it, it won't urge them (her children) to visit out to make their very own ways," she declares. "It's destined to be real hard that i can leave, when everybody is going, it's an awfully huge home to own empty-nest syndrome in."

As I roll down the poplar-lined drive on the beautiful autumn day, the hall certainly has its own appeal: leaded windows wink in the sun and also the remains of that which was once a three-quartered moat run across the property protectively. This is a large house, with eight bedrooms, several studies and three large entertaining rooms on a lawn floor. What's more, it meanders -a steep wooden staircase here, uneven floorboards plus a wonky door there -though there's a certain charm to its irregularity.

Entering into your home, first thing is a leather jacket hanging on a peg. Suzi's, obviously. Memorabilia from her career is everywhere: in the loo is really a picture of her with all the band, lolling louchely with guitars; the dining room is hung with framed gold and platinum albums; and also on the walls with the cosy sitting room hangs a variety of guitars, such as the Fender Precision bass which was Quatro's first. It turned out given to her in 1964 by her father, Art, a part-time jazz music